Lyrics:
Ain't I so smooth
I know that you like the way I move
When the clock strikes two
I'm gon' have you inside of the groove
Inside of the groove
2]
You stood me up and I understand
But on the other hand I don't understand why you got other plans
Is it another man? Just let me know now
Scorin'
Chorus x2: Shoulda broke it to the left man
[KILO]
I was born to be a PIMP!
Ain't lovin' no hoes, never no half-steppin,
Never caught on my
No, no
Lil Tjay, yeah, yeah
Yo, yo, yo
(RellyMade)
Mmh, mh, mmh
(oh yeah, no no)
(Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga)
know
So I suggest you lay low (I watch)
I moved out of the hood for good, you blame me?
Niggas aim mainly at niggas they can't be
But niggas can't
now, I'd think you would
Come correct but you get
Your truth from the net instead
Over and done with them two week trends
Everyone's gassed by a
One
shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your fagot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be Ru Paul
20-20 hindsight
Dealing with the stress
Used to be the crying type
Visualized success now I'm staring at the lime light
In my habitat they blinded by
comfortable
Smoke me a blunt or two
Play killer instinct then flex bout my progress you see what these muscles do
I used to have good intentions
But lately I'm
Eventually
Pushing and pulling like the rolling tide
Drifting
But you know where to find me right here by your side
You got so used to the drama yeah
But I'll
Moons, just two pale orbs as|they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here,|just plugging into my machine for
still be with me
You see writing is a two
Way street for me
Its like a gift and a curse
And i don't know whats worse
Getting dashed to curb
Without
chewing up kling
But a man's been low
You never would know
I'm a confident brother so it never would show
Mom worked 2 jobs, I was waiting after school
Do do do you even know?
What class he plays in?
What hunger makes of a man
Kill or be killed
Its Hannessy
Leave the street quaking
My complete
beat but im on it
Dude be rappin faster call him sonic
Jaden man you aint iconic all you is,
On chronic boy betta come off it
Earl sweatshop cant rap got
a milli and stay low key
Never mix biz with homies, keep it M-O-E
No comfort zone, that's how you get fooled my G
I was, raised in the church, influenced by
tryin to be a man
Wishing I had a chance to be a son first
You know its crazy cos like when I was a kid
My dad used to pick me up from school
He was
your biz are you friend or foe
Could turn this whole thing into Halo
Happy to return home safe though
I remember City Place coming up that was the place
keep my head strong (strong)
Even though I'm there man I don't know when I'll be coming home
If people supposed to be there for you why they always do me
clothes or jewelry
So when I ask "you want to leave the zip-code?"
Say "sure" and be me
[Chorus 1: Fabolous]
But this is my party
Stroll by if you
new
The world against us all along us two
All the shit I done took you through
I'm a grown man now
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: David Banner]
The second verse
mundane to make it plain
You're pacified by Mary Jane, but the end is still the same
First up to bat is the man Mondo McCann
And I'ma tell it like it is,
watch like Movado so I floss like I'm lotto
You ain't lounging, til you've been counting by the thousands
Profiling, pushing more weight than your
bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning, so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
Til
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